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You__e not touching us,__ Eve said, and raised her voice. __hane! Shane, get your ass up here now!___here was a touch of panic in her voice, although she was putting on a good front. Her hands were shaking where they gripped the hockey stick.The man glided around the end of the bed, prowling like a cat. Six feet tall, at least, and as broad as two of Eve, maybe bigger. His bare arms were ripped with muscle. His blue eyes looked shallow and hungry.Claire heard the thump of footsteps outside, and then a bang as Shane fetched up against the locked door. He rattled the knob and pounded hard. __ve! Eve, open up!____he__ busy!__ the biker yelled, and laughed. __h yeah, gonna be real busy.____o!__ Shane screamed it, and the door shook with the strength of the blows he put into it. __tay away from them!

Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.

I need to be a vampire," she said. "and I want one of them to make it happen. Michael will do fine. I don't care who turns me. The important thing is that if I change, I'll be a princess."I was wrong. She was really crazy.

Get in here and make me some dinner__ow, woman.""News flash, Michael, you're supposed to be evil, not redneck!

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?""If you like.""Oh," he said, "I like.

Claire scraped her chair back, walked over to the cordless phone lying on the counter, and dialed from the business card still stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. Four rings, and a cheerful voice answered on the other end and announced she__ reached Common Grounds. __i,__ Claire said. __an I talk to Sam, please?____am? Hold on.__ The phone clattered, and Claire could hear the buzz of activity in the background__ilk being steamed, people chatting, the usual excitement of a busy coffee shop. She waited, jittering one leg impatiently, until the voice came back on the line. __orry,__ it said. __e__ not here tonight. I think he went to the party.____he party?____ou know, the zombie frat party? Epsilon Epsilon Kappa? The Dead Girls_ Dance?____hanks,__ Claire said. She hung up and turned to face Michael and Eve, who were staring at her in outright surprise. She held up the phone. __he power of technology. Embrace it.

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

You're just Little Miss Optimist, aren't you? Do you come with accessories, like a glass half full and lemons to make into lemonade, too?

No bacon for you.""Then no eggs for you. Either of you."Eve glowered at him. "Prisoner exchange?"They glared at each other, then swapped pans and started scooping.

You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.